Children And Parents Poem by Abdul Latheef

Children are armchairs to repose
on the stony path of life
especially at a time
the infirmities invade
the weakly defended body.
Like specs to help in sight
they lend views of changing tastes of life.

Some say they are mild tickles of life
at times, reasons for wild groans
severely strong to curse
the birthpangs hopefully borne.

Their laughter squeezes
the parental hearts dry
Of the oozing drops of despair.

Like the stay for a slanting tree
they patch up cracks
even holes
that the weight of lived years
create on the wedded road.

It is not completely right
The other voices interrupted.

They are stains inerasable
to spoil the purity of
many white clothes.

Being traces of a life past
they go ahead
along the same path
or drastically digress
to worsen or quieten
a soul put to undisturbed rest
amid ascendingthe seamless rungs
this mortallifeis made of.